sometimes the beauty of love can also arise from ashes, like the Phoenix supposed to ignite itself, to burn up, and then to arise out to live other 1000 years… this triumph over adversity has turned the fire bird into a symbol of new life… our eyes are windows or mirrors of our soul, they have pupils, but in fact we are all pupils = students who consciously attend an “experimental university” – via the lens of real or virtual time… 🙂http://myvirtualplayground.wordpress.com/2014/06/02/pour-un-phenix/